Flight Is Intolerable Contradiction.

I Am Haunted By Interrupted Acts, Introspective As A Leper, Enchanted By A Repulsive Clew, A Gross And Fugitive Movement Of The Limbs. Is This The Love That Shook The Lights To Flame?

The Journey Is My Home.

Breathe-in Experience, Breathe-out Poetry.

The Sources Of Poetry Are In The Spirit Seeking Completeness.

Exchange Is Creation.